Quotes About Existence

Dying--shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?

They say you are not you except in terms of relation to other people. If there weren't any other people there wouldn't be any you because what you do which is what you are only has meaning in relation to other people.

Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something...

For either killing or creating may be a crime punishable by death, and the death always comes by the criminal's own hand and every man is suicide. If a man knew how to live he would never die.

There was only the sound of the July-flies, which seems to be inside your head like it is the grind and whirr of the springs and cogs which are you and which will not stop no matter what you say until they are good and ready.

I went back to my own innocent little chores and sat in my office as the fall drew imperceptibly on and the earth leaned on its axis and shouldered the spot I occupied a little out of the direct, billowing, crystalline, consuming blaze of the enormous sun.

I know nothing I'm doing is important,' he said. 'Sure, I'm just a waste product of history. Maybe nothing I'm doing is even real, after all. But I was born right here, in this old house, and I look out the window and know what I'm seeing, and I know some people I like to be with, and I like what I do all day long, and maybe that's all that realness is, anyway

I have known time and distance, but not why I am here.

El hombre es concebido en pecado y nace en medio de la corrupción, y pasa del pestazo de los pañales al hedor del sudario. Siempre hay algo.

Which is nonsense, for whatever you live is Life. That

We never know what we have lost, or what we have found. We are only ourselves, and that promise. Continue to walk in the world. Yes, love it!

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him.

If you are an Idealist it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway

it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality. The tree that you are aware of intellectually, because of that small time lag, is always in the past and therefore is always unreal. Any intellectually conceived object is always in the past and therefore unreal. Reality is always the moment of vision before the intellectualization takes place. There is no other reality.

That's the way it is. The intelligence of the mind can't think of any reason to live, but it goes on anyway because the intelligence of the cells can't think of any reason to die

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality.

The past cannot remember the past. The future cannot generate the future. The cutting edge of this instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is.

The world has no existence whatsoever outside of the human imagination.

How can I love all this so much and be insane?

Incarnation does not literally remove us from our eternal Home; rather, it simply limits our capacity to see the nonphysical parts of it. Death, then, is the dissolution of the veil that screened the nonphysical realm from us.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

Where's the room for free will in this mechanical universe of yours, Charles?" "There isn't any. That's why I say the universe stinks." "We have no freedom at all?" "The freedom to wriggle a little on the hook.

Death was the only question that contained its own answer, and when you asked the question and had the answer you were gone, you were nothing.